She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon

She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon short poem

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She has arisen like a full moon
In his heaven,
That puts him in ecstasy
Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array.
His heaven comforts her with enough place and pride,
Full of azure deep and spacious heart-line in relay
To shape an exquisite canvas spreads like a tray.
Here she lays with her halo,
Graced by alluring face, promises lousy tomorrow.
He is shocked with unexpected mirth
And starts chasing the glory soft, fit to plunder.
The drowsy moon slips and slips
From yard to yard of the hollow sky,
Alluring him from corner to corner of the gross void,
And he hops throughout the night
To grasp her in her deceiving drifts.
The conscious wind passes in hurrying mood,
So the glow-worm, night birds and flies unknown,
Who have no taste of her or ever will be.
But he needs to be part of all nocturnal devices,
Learned after love and many waking hours,
Not to lose again in slipshod strides.
Now the night is nearly over,
Tender light of dawn soon to appear,
But his exhausted quest
Hankers for another night of amorous taste
That may not be set again.

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The ecstasy of love drives us to feel each moment as if it may not set again.


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